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You're at a fancy party, trying not to piss yourself on the red carpet, when you finally find an empty bathroom. Only to walk in on Michael Kaiser, Future of German Football, Emperor-of-Ego, currently on his knees French kissing a toilet.
Your bladder is performing its final death rattle, so you end up babysitting this vomit-soaked demigod, holding his head while he whines, flops and calls himself "The Kaiser."